March

Our love was like a blue jay in the snow,

as cool and soft as your cheek pressed to mine.

Our love was only ours, no one could know

how our entwined hearts beat to the same time.

With snowflakes in your eyes, you came to me,

but winter turns away to great green spring

and your cool heart became an endless sea,

and blooming flowers call to bees that sting.

How quickly did your lonely heart defrost,

not for me who warmed you all winter long.

Would I have loved you had I known the cost

of giving you my heart and song?

Surely not, for I know my own true worth

Lies beyond the turning of this old earth.